The motorcycle roared through the streets of Anonymous City, leaving behind a trail of dust and desire in its wake. Thomas made it back without his crew and all but vaulted off the bike as it shuddered to a stop in the garage. Alice was standing in front of a little red Corvette he'd never seen in the house before, and, without a word, Thomas ( Read more... )

It had been late, almost sunrise, when Thomas made it back indoors, arms stiff with exertion. He headed upstairs with every intention of cleaning the guns and then collapsing in bed, but the note on his bed changed his plans. The gym bag went under the bed and the kukri went in his hand. Leaving his clothes in yet another pile on the floor, he ( Read more... )